"It's good that you got that out of your system," Janet said, drawing her younger sister tightly against her shoulder. "You shouldn't keep things like that bottled up inside."

Kitty nodded. "I feel so much better now. Everything about this place makes me want to open up." She felt warm and secure resting lightly in her sister's arm, and she closed her eyes, feeling all the tension flow from her body like water through a sieve. She felt closer to her sister now than she ever had before. In addition to telling her about her affair, she had never thought she could mention so freely that she had sucked another woman's cunt. She had been a little surprised by the fact that this didn't seem to bother Janet. In fact, the shapely older woman seemed to take it all in stride.

The sun had completely set during Kitty's story, and the room was now bathed in the soft light of a lamp resting near the bed. Everything was so still, so peaceful. Kitty felt like a little girl again. Sitting here with her sister, she found that her thoughts had returned again to a happier time, a time of her youth, a time of innocence and fantasy, a time when the sometimes harsh realities of life did not exist.

It was as though Janet could read her mind. She removed her arm from Kitty's shoulder and looked at her sister in the eye. "You know what we should do?" she asked. "We should sleep together like we used to. We can become children again. You can put everything out of your mind for a while, and start all over again in the morning. Sort of like a resurrection."

Kitty looked in her sister's eyes, and sensed something she had never noticed before. Even though Janet had been a warm person for as long as Kitty could remember, the love-torn blonde saw something deeper in her sister's eyes than concern. She was not sure if it was just because she was high. Certainly that might have something to do with it. But there was something present in Janet's eyes that expressed more than sisterly love…something deeper, more total. She wondered for a short while if she were imagining things. Was she losing her mind? She allowed her own eyes to wander from Janet's face to the full mounds of her breasts.